Jersey Boy

Last night Bruce (with Xmastime chum Drunken Dater in the crowd) said goodbye to Giants Stadium after 341,993 shows. Or sumpin like that. As per the New York Times today re: the song he wrote for the occasion, Wrecking Ball:

It may be the only song ever to make Giants Stadium itself the narrator, “raised out of steel in the swamps of Jersey.” It remembers games played and blood spilled, and envisions the stadium’s fate, when “all this steel and these stories, they drift away to rust/and all our youth and beauty’s been given to the dust.” Typically, Mr. Springsteen was thinking about work, mortality, and a sense of place, on his way to a chorus where everyone could join in.

I went to three Giants Stadium shows on The Rising Tour, including the tour-ending night, and I can still feel the lump in my throat during the last song, Blood Brothers. S'okay, Bruce cried too. Slice of Slices.